The Little Puppy

On a lazy hot summer afternoon,

As I cycled slowly along the road,

A small yelping sound came softly

From a lane where people rarely trod

I braked and hurriedly dismounted,

Peering and searching in the bushes,

Trying to find from whence this sound

Was coming in such pained gushes

Hidden amongst the thorny rose shrub

I spied a small grey furry bundle,

Creeping near, I bent to find

It was but a tiny little sweet wonder!

A crumpled, sad pup lay on its side

Tenderly licking its injured thigh,

As I looked into its melting brown eyes

It seemed to look beseechingly at the sky

Wrapping him gently in my coat,

I then swiftly rode right back home,

The pup lay still not making a sound

Knowing for help it needn't now roam

Sneaking into the sleepy silent house,

I gently and carefully washed his wound,

Bathed him in my sparkling white tub

And guess what I then magically found!

The grey little pup was shinning white,

With tiny black spots on his behind,

Joyfully he licked my face again and again

For no longer did we need a friend to find

When mom was told about the pup,

She shrieked, oh but they carry louse

And dismayed, dropped her coffee cup

Because she wouldnt have him in the house

So a deal was struck, the pup could stay,

In a brand new kennel outside the gate,

And he could be all mine during the day

As long as from mother he stayed relegate!